Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

pharaoh lay sleeping and wounded.
no one knew yet if maggie would live.
jawahir was a shadow that circled and circled the mesa.
the gloaming came to swallow akashingo. the sight of white fur half-visible in the night stopped the jewel in their tracks. for now, jawahir said nothing, only watched from a stone's throw away.